Prophetics To Drone

Scratched and stricken on the walls of the mind, uttered in a cant that can't make sense but does, you find yourself in some dark corner with some bright text, and cannot but find yourself enraptured, lead to read even as it plants its seed, carving itself into the walls of your mind as well...  
There's an eye in I and it's always watching, out and in it's ever stalking.     With fangs for hands and eye for crown and eyes for mouths it just   won't   stop   talking.   All it does is Drone and Drone andDrone androne anDrone anDrone
— A rather coherent madness

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Caveats

I am sorry you had to read this.

References

Infinite.

Publication Status

Wasn't, won't, and isn't, except as here seen.
Incoherant.
Type
Guide, Survival
Medium
Organic
Location

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